Listen to the quiet, let it converse with your soul, let it make you whole. After spending a day in Nako : Land of Tranquil Waters I have entered Spiti. The journey is so beautiful that I have lost sight of the destination. Spiti is a cold desert located in Himachal Pradesh, India. There are sparse patches … Continue reading Spiti : The Journey
After staying at Sangla Valley : Seringche Village and visiting Chitkul : India’s last village , I'm headed towards Nako. My driver halts at Khab, a confluence of Satluj and Spiti rivers. Satluj after originating from Mansarovar lake in Tibet enters India through the Shipki la pass. Satluj's journey is brightened after meeting the beautiful Spiti river. … Continue reading Khab : Friends Reunited
Chitkul, better known as India's last village sits in the picturesque Sangla valley. I'm staying in Sangla Valley : Seringche Village and Chitkul is very close from here. Beyond this village lies China. You need the district commissioner's permission if you wish to see the Indo Chinese border. Unlike other villages of Sangla where nature is … Continue reading Chitkul : India’s last village
Don't paint flowers on a broken canvas, no matter how beautifully you colour, the picture shall always be imperfect.. The smiles of the flowers will be tainted by the scarred canvas.Don't try to mend broken relationships or reconcile broken friendships. Some flowers blossom in spring, some in autumn but they all have to pass through … Continue reading The Broken Canvas : On Moving On
Hi Readers, I hope you all are fine. Last week I took a road trip to Kinnaur and Lahaul Spiti. These are two tribal districts in the Indian state of Himachal Pradesh. It is autumn, a season of abundance and Kinnaur is a treasure trove of apples. It produces one of the best apples in … Continue reading After Apple Picking
Oh cloudy sky, how many storms do you hold in your bosom ? What unrest do you stoically hold? How many slurs shall you continue to endure? You grow grim, you grow dark, my overcast sky, what burden do you hold? Mortals keep wishing for a sunny day or a starry night, disregarding the great griefs that you keep building.
KHANYARA Every village has its own stories, its own songs , its own rhythm and flavour that fills your soul with contentment. Where sunsets beckon you home , where every season is celebrated , a place where you belong , a place you call home . Where all troubles are forgotten , where you have … Continue reading Footloose in Himalayas: The Indrunag Temple
The first drop of rain that touches the earth does not recount the undoing of the fallen seasons, it sings of redemption, it creates the echo of gratitude. The first rain that touches the barren earth warms the soul of the hardest rocks; the rocks that were thus fashioned by the savage weathers. For sternness … Continue reading Malshej Ghat.. a Monsoon wonderland
The first time I saw his eyes, the eyes that were distant to everybody were now close to me. They were peeping into my soul, calling out my name aloud. We were quiet but everything was heard. Something was rising within me, something so strong that it almost shook me yet I was too frozen … Continue reading The One I Love
I wrote this poem 12 years back for my kid sister's school assignment. I have not been able to blog much as I have some major exams coming up in May and June. I really felt like posting this poem today. There is no spring for me at this moment. But I can always feel … Continue reading Spring is in the Air
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